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... ked at the familiar object in his hand, feeling no joy from reclaiming the artifact. The response from the other side was extraordinarily cold, completely unlike a prisoner who has been freed from jail. The Mithril crown still dazzled, emitting a mysterious light in the deep night. Its tendrils of magic power weakly twisted at the edges, listlessly curling then falling back, as if greeting Nia and Lyle.
The Lich Crown lay limp in Lyle’s palm, its semi-transparent tendrils of magic power ...
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